Important A/N: Hello all! Here is my next installment of Royai one-shots, complete with actual fluff. I just wanted to add a warning before you proceed any further regarding the historical accuracy of this chapter. Please note that the modern pregnancy test was not developed until the 1970s, approximately 40-50 years before the events of this story. That being said, I have taken creative liberties and included it in this story because: 1) It allows more ease in story-telling and 2) Since Fullmetal Alchemist takes place in a fictional world, I've created an AU scenario in which they are more advanced in medicine/science than our world at that time. That being said, I hope you enjoy the rest of this story!

Time frame: 5 weeks

She seemed kind of… off today. Normally Riza was on the ball, making sure to keep all of the men in line throughout the day. Today, however, she seemed to take a backseat to everything that was happening in the office.

Glancing up from his paperwork, Roy stealthily shot Riza another look, seeing that she was bent over her work and completely oblivious to his stare.

When he realized that she wouldn't catch on to his look, he sighed quietly and looked back down at the set of papers in front of him, already trying to think of excuses he could use to get out of doing them. Just as he pressed the tip of his pen down on the dotted line to sign the page on top, he heard the sound of the feet of her chair scraping against the floor.

Looking up again, he saw that she had pushed it back and had gotten to her feet. After adjusting her uniform and dusting it off, she quietly excused herself and headed toward the door. Watching as she exited the office, he noted that she disappeared to the right. Again.

Roy did the math in his head. This was the third time she's excused herself for the washroom this morning… And it wasn't even close to lunch yet.

Just as he was contemplating getting up to check on her, Jean Havoc's voice broke through his thoughts.

"Man, is it just me or is the Captain a faucet today," he said through the toothpick wedged between his front teeth as he leaned back in his chair. "That's like the third or fourth time she left this morning," he also said in observation.

Still looking toward the door, Roy muttered, "Yeah, I noticed."

Pushing his chair back, he got to his feet as Havoc added, "Well, you know the reason for that right?" When Roy looked over at him, he managed to catch the First Lieutenant's suggestive eyebrow wiggle.

Roy rolled his eyes and said, "That's highly unlikely, Lieutenant," already about halfway across the room.

"Ehh, I don't think so," the blond Lieutenant teased. "It wouldn't surprise me in the least. I mean, you guys got hitched, what, six or so months ago. Rebecca and I would-"

"You can stop right there, Havoc. I don't want to hear about what you and your girlfriend would do if you were married," Roy interjected dryly as he reached the doorframe. "It's something I'd rather not have burned into my mind."

Havoc undoubtedly said something witty in reply, but Roy was already out the door before he could hear it properly. Turning to the right, he made his way in the direction he saw her take off in.

Not at all expecting to see him, Riza jumped in surprise after she turned the corner nearest the washroom. Regaining her composure quickly, she said, "You startled me, sir." Eyeing him suspiciously, she added, "Is there something I can help you with?"

With a small smile, Roy took a step forward and said, "You can drop the formalities, Riza. It's just the two of us here."

She rolled her eyes playfully and corrected herself, "You startled me, Roy. Is there something I can help you with?"

Feeling his face soften, he said, "You've been leaving an awful lot today." Shrugging his shoulders up and down, he added, "You can't blame me for being worried."

Relaxing slightly, she shrugged and said, "Everything's fine."

Roy narrowed his eyes and murmured, "No it's not," as he took another step forward, the distance between them no less than a foot.

Without acting surprised she looked up at him, her eyes flickering back and forth as they scanned his face. Then she sighed and replied, "It's nothing. I'm just late, is all."

"Late," he asked as he raised a brow. "How late?"

"About a week," she admitted.

"A week," Roy echoed back in reply. "That doesn't sound too far off though. Isn't that fairly common in women?"

Riza shrugged her shoulders up and down, "I suppose in some," she began. "But it's not common for me."

He had to admit it, but she was right. One thing she prided herself on was the fact that she was so… consistent. There had been only one other time when she had been late, and that was only because, they later discovered, her changing diet and exercise habits. Still, that didn't stop them from checking to be sure.

Taking a step forward, Roy clasped his hands down on her shoulders and gave them a gentle squeeze. Smiling softly, he said, "I'm sure everything's alright. But if you're concerned, we can stop by the pharmacy on the way home tonight."

Crossing her arms and grasping her elbows, she turned her gaze downward and away from him and muttered, "We can't have this. Not now… We both have a lot on our plates right now. This isn't something we can afford to have happen yet. Eventually, someday, but not now."

"Hey," Roy quietly protested as he guided her forward and wrapped his arms around her. Resting his chin atop her head, he continued, "But if it is something that happens, we'll manage it."

She nodded into his shoulder, making a move to say something when a set of footsteps caught their attention. Breaking away from his embrace, she straightened her uniform just as another soldier rounded the corner. Putting on an act of professionalism once more, she nodded and said, "That sounds good, sir. I'll be sure to make note of it in your planner."

As he passed, Roy could feel the soldier's eyes on them, or rather, her. Most likely perplexed by her professional demeanor. It was certainly no secret that the two soldiers were wed, though it still seemed to surprise many that they had still managed to keep their work relationship completely separate from their personal relationship. Just another thing they prided themselves on; remaining an example for other soldiers in the dawn on this new democratic era Fuhrer Grumman helped to create.

"That sounds wonderful, Captain," Roy replied coolly as the soldier vanished around another corner. "Thank you."

She nodded thoughtfully and even smiled slightly. "Very well then, sir. Consider it a date."

When Roy finally sat down at their kitchen table, he rubbed his hands together anxiously. He had been so calm, so collected up until this point. Even though inside, they had both been screaming for the remainder of the day. Even when they went together to buy the test. Even when the cashier shot them a knowing glance. And even as she idly read the instructions on the back of the box in the car. But now… Now there was a possibility that this was real, that this was happening. He couldn't help if he felt uneasy…

They had discussed it well before they were wed half a year ago. It was something they were considering for the future, though they weren't actively trying, always making sure they were careful whenever intimacy beckoned them, which it hadn't lately because of the surplus of work. However, both understood that and accepted it, agreeing they would 'catch up' when work was caught up as well.

Fidgeting slightly, he leaned back in his chair and ran his fingers through his black hair, sighing quietly to himself. She had only disappeared inside the washroom a few minutes ago, but already it seemed like an eternity ago.

No longer able to bear it, he jumped to his feet and quietly walked over to the washroom door."Riza?" He waited for a moment, but heard nothing. Frowning, he looked back down at his watch and furrowed his brows. She had been in there for over five minutes now. The instructions on the box said it would take half that time. "Riza, I'm coming in, okay," he called, tapping lightly on the door before reaching down with his other to turn the doorknob.

When he opened it, he saw her standing above the sink, her hands tightly gripping the basin as she leaned heavily against it. She didn't flinch or move when he walked in, her mind too focused on the little plastic contraption balanced on the edge of the sink.

"Riza," he asked again quietly, feeling his pulse quicken and his stomach turn when she failed to react to his entrance.

Finally she murmured something back in reply, but he didn't catch it what she had said. Taking a few steps forward, he put his hands on her shoulders and looked over her them. "What was that," he asked softly.

Raising her head so that he could see her reflection properly, he saw that her expression was a mixture of disbelief, shock, and maybe even happiness. When her eyes wandered up to look at his reflection, the faintest of smiles threatened to show when she said again, more clearly, "It's… It's positive."

A/N: I apologize for the bland first chapter, but it'll get better from here on out. I promise! So this is that series of one-shots I mentioned in Like Family. It will be in chronological order, detailing the next 8 months in Riza and Roy's relationship. And just like in Like Family, I will update this as I get ideas, so prompts are always welcomed :) And I seriously don't know where this baby fever came from… I never considered it for my stories until recently!

Also, if anyone knows of any pictures I could use for cover art, please let me know!

Hope you enjoyed! See you next time when I update either Gravity or Flame and Steel.